Posted in blogging, Writing

The so-called imperfections you see in your face are some of your most alluring features-because they are you.


‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’


They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance;

yet the story

The unique, impossibly raw and beautiful story

is embedded within it’s character.

Faces cannot lie.

Can you see who is the person that lies behind the face when they meet your eyes?

Can you see their powerful individualism that is their reality?

I love a happy face

One that has warmth and sunshine pinned to its smile. One that smothers you with its bright yellow rays and wraps itself around your every breathing cell

Every happy face, is a beautiful face.

I love a sad face

I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in

Every sad face, is a beautiful face

Perhaps one of our failings as a human race is our perception of beauty

Our perception that character, and the insuppressible beauty of uniqueness is imperfection

Overwhelmingly, the most alluring quality in a face is its powerful mystique

It’s honesty, it’s visible reflection of the soul, it’s unquantifiable energy, it’s stunning uniqueness, it’s story

The character in a face is the epitome of human perfection-beauty beyond definition,

for it cannot be measured.

Faces blooming with emotion, life and character have endless depth and come with infinite interpretations and possibilities, unlike the finite form of perceived physical beauty.

In the words of Amy Bloom-

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed.

And you are beautiful.”


Posted in Deep, Story

The face I will never forget



This photo of Florence Owens Thompson and her children was taken in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo, California. In addition to being an iconic photo of the Great Depression, it influenced Steinbeck in his writing of The Grapes of Wrath. Date: 1936. Photographer: Dorothea Lange.

The face I will never forget

Story by Peter Yelland

Edited by N.A.Martin


‘There is no photograph of a face indelibly entrenched in my mind forever.

I was on an assignment in India and was travelling by taxi through a dusty intersection in Delhi.

We travelled this same route everyday, but it was today that I first noticed her.

On the side of the road under a sheet of corrugated iron, lived a family of four.

Mum, dad, boy, and baby.

Mum’s job was to approach the cars and ask for money with hands stretched out.

Her face was pleading.

The taxi driver said-

“No don’t give money, it encourages begging” 

So I refrained

Each day, I saw the same beautiful, expressive eyes looking straight into my own, pained to the core.

One morning, the chef in the hotel within which I was staying, cooked me a fresh date loaf to take with me to work.

It was still warm and wrapped in foil.

We drove past the intersection in our usual fashion, and again, her eyes made contact with mine.

Sheepishly, she came to my window and I handed her the freshly baked date loaf, still warm to touch.

The devastatingly raw human beauty expressed in her eyes, in that single moment, will stay with me forever.  

At that dusty intersection, on an ordinary day, I felt to the core of me, her heartfelt gratitude.

Gratitude that came from a place of deep human suffering. 

Suffering that doesn’t even have a name, in my world.

As tears ran down her cheeks, she held the warm date loaf to her chest, the lights changed and we drove off to my comfortable destination.


I am blessed to be born in a country where freedom is possible and extreme poverty is rare

I promise to live my days with this thought in mind


creating daily space for gratitude

and sparing a thought for those who were


in the distribution of a privileged life.



👓Heart Story-N.A.Martin


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